"Thank you." Fu Rong gently took the porcelain cup with rose patterns on it. The steaming hot tea in it was steaming. She took a sip, and the fragrance of black tea flowed between her teeth, making her tired. get relief.
"Why are you here?" Then she put down her teacup and suddenly asked her principal.
She had been dealing with the transfer of these patients just now, and she didn't have time to ask.
Madame Maxime's broad face also expressed bewilderment.
"Didn't you call me here? Fleur?"
"Me? How come?" She also had a puzzled expression on her delicate face, her eyebrows slightly frowned.
Madame Maxim quickly took out a letter from her wide cuff.
"You see, I was surprised when the owl was delivered. I remember you don't use owls."
She held up the envelope, the red paint was torn.
Juanxiu's handwriting can be vaguely seen on it.
I didn't write it, Furong said in surprise, but it was clearly her handwriting.
Under the faint candlelight, the words on the envelope were faintly visible.
Just as the letter was taken out of the envelope, a trace of sparks suddenly spread from the middle.
"What's going on?" Fu Rong was taken aback, and threw the letter out of her hand.
Then sparks spread rapidly, and the entire piece of paper was dyed in ashes in mid-air, and the embers scattered on the table.
"Whirlwind sweep away!" Furong knocked on the table, and the ashes quickly fell into the trash can outside the door in an orderly manner.
There are sick people here, and keeping clean is necessary.
After doing this step.
The two looked at each other.
"Did you remember wrongly?"
"I have a good memory... I still remember the breakfast I had honey tea and macarons two weeks before the weekend, and the patient I picked up the day before yesterday was stung by a poisonous scorpion..."
Furong panicked for a while, trying to prove herself as much as possible.
"What did the letter say?" she asked.
"Ask me for help, as I did today."
"But the results look good. The hospital is indeed under surveillance."
"You said that the next target of the Dark Lord might be St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, please ask me to help you." Madam Maxime's thick voice was very low.
Fu Rong's expression was immediately strange.
She really thought so, but she didn't act on it.
"Then where are we going?" Fu Rong suddenly asked.
"The suggestion in the letter is Hogwarts. As you know, I have already crossed the border without any legitimate reason or formal procedures. After sending you there, I have to go back to France as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause international disputes."
"This is also the safest choice at the moment, and "you" told me in the letter."
"Whether it's true or not, I think it's a good bet."
"Are you going back with me? Your parents and sister miss you very much."
"It may take a while."
"I think so too." Mrs. Maxim nodded and looked around at the patients.
Fu Rong pulled away from her memories and looked at the mottled circular stone pillars on the left and right sides of the corridor in front of her. It has to be said that it was very strange.
Thinking back, I arrived at Hogwarts out of nowhere, and I still lament the impermanence of life.
I rest occasionally, and when I am bored, I also think about the boy who "kidnapped" her, who is said to be a few years younger than her.
It's a bit of a shame.
Are you that useless? It will also be subdued by the lower graders.
Amnesia, just no emotion.
Of course, this is what she thinks. It is said that she has competed here
Furong shook her head, but she still had no impression.
But it might be nice to be able to visit the scenery again as a first-time visitor
But wait until the work is done.
After easing his fatigue, he stood up again and walked to another ward.
Just as she resumed her work, the person who caused all the troubles was pestered to ask some troublesome questions.
In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy suddenly put down the magazine in her hand, stared at the boy in front of her with curious eyes, and finally asked:
"Draco, don't you go and see the hostage lady you once kidnapped? He is in the school hospital now."
Uncharacteristically, she encouraged Malfoy to approach other girls.
But no matter how you look at it, it is not a kind gesture.
"She doesn't even remember, there's no need, I don't want to be regarded as a clumsy strike-up." Malfoy said seemingly flatly, without taking his eyes off the book.
Of course, the heart is not as calm as it appears.
In terms of surprise, his surprise was no less than that of any Hogwarts student.
The once pampered and arrogant eldest lady lowered her body to take care of the patients, which was indeed shocking.
One of his three letters at the beginning was sent to Mrs. Maxim of Beauxbaton thousands of miles away.
One was sent to Professor McGonagall as a match.
The other one was sent to Gringotts, reminding them.
However, it seems that the latter did not take his advice.
After much deliberation, Voldemort's possible future goals are no more than these two locations.
And the former didn't go exactly according to his idea.
His idea was that after sending the patient away with the help of the rune horse, Fleur followed Madam Maxim and went back along the way, but he didn't expect to stay in this capacity.
Pan Xi was a little disappointed when she heard that, she also wanted to see if the girl really forgot everything.
"Although I don't really want to see her, you did give me a chance."
"What?" Pansy suddenly had a bad feeling.
"It's time for your feet to be checked? Isn't it?" Malfoy shrugged, staring at the girl's calf.
The wards of Hogwarts are a bit crowded now, even though they have been expanded, there will be more people.
"Miss Parkinson, you're recovering pretty well." Augustus' voice came from the ward.
Just when Furong was about to change a patient's bandage, she heard the conversation in the ward and pushed the door open.
The student surnamed Malfoy was half leaning against the wall, and after looking at Fleur, he was stunned for a moment, and then it disappeared in a flash.
The strange thing is that when she saw that somewhat thin and pale face, an inexplicable feeling of guilt emerged in her heart.
Make her feel like she's hallucinating
The feeling of guilt couldn't be justified in her body.
Had the student used some kind of empathy magic on her
After silently looking at each other, Fu Rong changed the gauze of a patient as if nothing had happened, and left the ward resolutely.
She is not in the mood to find something to explain, or because she has forgotten it, she has no desire for revenge at all.
If she really remembered, maybe she would have asked clearly.
Malfoy didn't get entangled too much, feeling sad, entangled in emotions, it's not his character, all these are Fleur's choice, of course he respects them.
"It's all right." Malfoy's gaze met the girl's. She was most concerned about Pansy's injury now.
"Of course." Pansy smiled briskly, jumped on the floor a few times to show that she had fully recovered, and gently shook her arm.
"That's good." Malfoy nodded, with a rare smile on his face.